I can't remember why someone would do this to...
the cutting, the hating, the disapproval of...
Darkness seems to find me
in every place I go...
Whatever happens to me tonight
at least I know I put up a damn good fight...
I sit here hoping you don't leave,
It's not what you think; It's not what you...
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Patience...
Used to being
Second choice...
Guilt snatches me out
of cozy winters...
Screaming crying fighting,
Can't you hear my plea...
I never meant to walk these streets a liar,
pluck untruths from worn cotton...
Drifting from station to station
with a thorn in my side from your absence...
The library door is creaked open, for you.
I don't want the worry of, "is she having bad...
I sit here now with written across my arm,
I'm trying to leave the blades alone...